The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 199

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Episode 199

Yurta gritted his teeth.

Count Evantes must have done something to his sister. Otherwise, there was no way…

He immediately tried to grab Rose’s hand. At that moment.

“That’s enough.”

Arzen, who had come down to the basement, stopped Yurta.

“What a sight this is, Yurta Herthas.”

“…”

“What exactly do you think you’re doing right now?”

“And what about you, Count? I heard you blocked my entry. What exactly is this supposed to be?”

“Seeing what you’re doing, I should have done this much sooner.”

Arzen entered the room and stood between Rose and Yurta, blocking them.

Yurta’s eyebrows twitched, apparently displeased.

At that moment, the knights who had followed Arzen drew their swords.

Yurta looked at the swords pointed at his throat as if they were laughable.

Should I just kill them all?

“Don’t worry, Rose.”

“Arzen…”

When Arzen pulled Rose into his arms reassuringly, she gazed at Yurta with desperate eyes.

Rose looked powerless, as if she had no choice but to be held by Arzen.

Strength entered Yurta’s hand gripping his sword.

Let’s just kill them all.

That would solve everything.

Just as his red eyes flashed, Rose shook her head. Her small lips parted slightly.

‘Don’t do it, Yurta.’

Why?

…Well, she hates it when things get complicated. If that happened, she would hate me even more.

Even as he thought this, Yurta was confused. He had already broken her legs so she couldn’t escape, so what was he worried about?

He should just…

‘Please, Yurta.’

With tears welling up in her eyes, the woman shot him an intense look.

Ah.

Consumed by that gaze, Yurta finally lowered his sword.

Damn it.

“Take him away quickly.”

Even as he was being seized by the knights, Yurta couldn’t take his eyes off Rose.

A strange light appeared in Yurta’s eyes as he was dragged away.

* * *

Several days passed after Yurta was expelled.

During that time, Count Evantes and his knights thoroughly prevented him from approaching the basement.

Yurta often saw Count Evantes going down to the basement.

Each time, he was seized by the urge to draw his sword and thrust it into Arzen’s throat, but he barely managed to suppress the impulse.

[Yurta, there isn’t much time left before the ritual.

But I heard you caused some trouble. What happened?]

A letter arrived from the fake. The tone seemed suspicious of something.

Even as Yurta wrote a reply to that note, he couldn’t understand himself.

If he couldn’t meet Rose like this, what was the point of imprisoning her?

What was the point of pretending to be the fake’s brother?

[I’m sorry, Sister.

I was just so excited by the fact that a fake was impersonating you that I almost ruined everything.]

What was it for, indeed.

Wasn’t it to eliminate any place for Rose to stand?

Right. So he just needed to be patient a little longer.

Yurta tried to exercise maximum patience and restrain himself.

However, his feet unconsciously headed toward the basement where Rose was…

The transcendent’s heightened senses allowed him to see and hear many things.

Every night, he would hear Rose sobbing. She probably didn’t know.

Ah.

He wanted to run to her right now.

He wanted to run and hold her.

To wipe away the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes… and then…

His anger was directed entirely at Arzen and the fake.

Yurta’s patience was reaching its limit.

And finally, the night before the ritual.

“…Yurta.”

He ended up hearing her sob while calling his name.

“Why did you lock me in this place and not come to me?”

Sneaking into the basement to listen to her soliloquy was now at its limit too.

Yurta’s throat moved desperately as he eavesdropped like a rat.

“…Please save me.”

“…”

“…Yurta.”

Finally, all the threads of reason he had been desperately holding onto snapped completely.

The day of the ritual.

A beast burning with fever could no longer endure and went on a rampage.

When Count Evantes left the manor to assist the benefactor, Yurta put on a robe.

He smiled joyfully as he attacked the basement.

Bang!

He swung his sword as if shaking off the heat he had been suppressing.

Bricks scattered everywhere crumbled and dust flew about.

His mind filled with ecstasy.

“Sister, I’ve come to save you.”

* * *

“…Yurta?”

“Have you been waiting, Sister?”

“…”

I had been aiming for this situation, but…

I stared blankly at Yurta who had broken through the wall to enter. Yurta’s face was filled with madness more severely than I had expected.

The scene visible beyond the broken wall was no less intense.

I never thought he would act so recklessly like a crazed colt…

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner. I should have saved you faster…”

“…I’m, I’m fine.”

I answered reluctantly, but Yurta, who had hurriedly approached, lifted me into his arms.

“Let’s get out of this place, Sister.”

As my body floated up, I reflexively embraced him, and Yurta looked pleased.

For a moment, I almost frowned.

“Catch him! It’s an intruder!”

Just then, knights who had come running shouted at Yurta. Yurta, with his robe pulled low, quickly escaped from the basement.

The place where I had been confined didn’t seem to be a prison, as even after coming outside, we were still inside the manor.

“Catch him! Hurry!”

Yurta ran while holding me, avoiding the approaching knights.

He moved so swiftly that the knights couldn’t catch up and were easily shaken off.

As we passed quickly, I could see other buildings through the windows beside the corridor.

At that moment, a flash of light burst forth, then bang! Flames spread and an explosion occurred.

“Over there!”

The knights who had been searching for us seemed to have completely misunderstood and headed toward the opposite building.

I looked at Yurta in bewilderment.

“Did you do that?”

Contrary to my expectation, Yurta’s brow was slightly furrowed.

So it wasn’t him?

“Please don’t worry about it, Sister.”

Don’t worry about it….

However, my thoughts couldn’t continue further. No, they couldn’t continue.

Yurta, who had gripped the window sill, leaped up high.

“Yurta, wait…!”

He grabbed my waist and jumped down below. I was so shocked I couldn’t even scream.

The height we jumped from was considerable.

When Yurta landed on the ground, I held onto him and caught my breath.

The knights who had belatedly caught up looked on in surprise, gripping the window sill as they watched us. They seemed to lack the courage to jump from such a high floor.

“If you suddenly jump like that…!”

“They’re coming.”

Yurta ignored my words and ran.

What’s coming!

Yurta crossed the garden. The exit was right in front of us.

Then something sharp flew toward us.

“Rose!”

A familiar voice, a welcome face.

The moment I saw the man’s face, I could tell who had caused the explosion earlier.

“Dillen!”

I shouted involuntarily in joy, but the hand gripping my waist tightened.

I reflexively looked at Yurta.

Eyes that feared losing something precious he had obtained.

“No, Sister.”

I absolutely won’t let you go.

* * *

“It’s time, Rose.”

It was none other than Count Herthas who called to her as she sat in Rose’s room at the Herthas Estate.

He had decided to attend this ceremony as well.

Countless people would gather to worship his daughter on the day of the ceremony. A sacred ritual, a revered savior, and her father.

It was a satisfying picture.

“I raised one daughter well.”

The Master of Herthas smiled as if extremely pleased.

Roji tucked her fallen hair behind her ear and smiled at him.

“I’m happy to be your wonderful daughter, Father.”

Roji’s eyes were empty as she spoke those words. But the Master of Herthas didn’t notice it at all.

“Mother would have been pleased if she could have been here with us.”

At Roji’s words, the Master of Herthas stiffened. However, he soon smiled kindly and replied nonchalantly.

“She would have been. I find that regrettable too.”

His dimmed eyes reddened. Anyone who saw him would think he was a pitiful man who had lost his wife.

Roji’s eyelashes trembled, knowing the truth.

“She was such a good woman. Your mother was.”

“….”

“You probably don’t know well, but she was quite capable. She was a great help with my work.”

At that moment, Roji’s eyes turned cold.

“It’s truly very regrettable.”

She wanted to lash out at him right then and there.

However, Roji endured it for the supreme moment that would come shortly. Clenching her fists with all her might.

After the Master left, Rose’s skirt was severely wrinkled.

“Oh my, should I change clothes?”

As she was pondering this, there was a knock.

“Savior, I’ve brought the ‘sorcerer’ as you instructed.”

Rose’s face brightened with satisfaction.

Soon the ‘sorcerer’ entered.

“You’re the one who cursed Dillen?”

I heard from Yurta long ago.

You cast a curse that makes him writhe in pain when he’s near Rose or thinks of her?

I heard that in the end, he’d be consumed by madness.

Outwardly, Dillen seemed perfectly normal. He must have been enduring it well until now.

‘You don’t have to anymore, Dillen.’

I’ll make it comfortable for you.

“Amplify the curse.”

So that he’ll be consumed by madness.

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